Contact

You can reach me at naysway [at] fearealized [dot] com.

I’m pretty new to being diligent at this thing. Having two kids, a full time job, and a husband who also has a full time job with a bit of night school on the side, well. To say my time wears thin is like saying the sky is blue. When I’d first created this site, my squirts were a bit on the smaller to just born size. I had less time to tend to things of leisure and creative pleasure as they can also be time sucks. Time has been good to me, and with time has come growing children who get it when Momma wants a little time away from them and is sitting at the computer. Again.

I pledge to be better at putting myself and this site out there. I think there are more people like me than I realize – afraid of life, afraid of living – and I get few opportunities to talk to anyone who may have more to say than “Can I have some more juice?” and “Could you please design a new template for our Annual presentation?”. I am an only child. I get lonely. Give me a holler. I promise I won’t bite. Not at first, anyway.

If my e-mail traffic gets overwhelming (stranger things have happened) and I’m not able to respond to one and all, it is my solemn vow that you, dear reader, will be the first to know. Until then, hit me! I mean, not really. I have sensitive skin… well… you know what I mean.

If you’d like to see my other hangouts, check my footer for icons and try these fun places, won’t you?

In the words of my good friend, Dixie:

Love you, mean it.
NaysWay